Chapter 14

My mate tastes like everything I’ve ever wanted, everything I’ve needed my entire life. Her cunt is a well of tangy, salty bliss, and I can’t wait to bury my tongue in it.

I’m no foolish whelp. I know that if I let her touch me, if I even let her see me, my control will be much harder to wrangle. Already my basest, purest instincts are begging me to bury my cock inside her and fuck her until she’s screaming my name into the blankets. And then, once I’m surrounded by her wet, perfect heat, I’ll spill as much of my seed inside her as I can, over and over.

Fuck. The mating bond is a piece of shit. This young girl doesn’t need to be tied to me that way, bearing my whelps only for me to get even older and find my way into the ground. What about our offspring, who would lose at least one of their parents before they’re even grown, the way I did? I had no one to lead me, to guide me, to help me find my way into the world.

No. I’m not going to stay in this awful, frozen place anyway. I have a home, and I’m going to return there when my job here is finished. If I don’t plan to stay with Simka, if I deny the mating bond, it would be cruel of me to take away her first time in the blankets.

Not that I know what will happen when I leave and break the connection between us. I don’t think anyone’s ever tried it. Usually, finding your mate is… well, a cause for celebration, not an inconvenient side-effect.

The true madness lies in whatever great force paired me with Simka, so now I want nothing more than to fuck her until my whelp is growing inside her, to suck on her tits when they’re heavy with milk and her ripe belly jiggles with every thrust. But I can’t do any of that, so instead, I will give her the most pristine pleasure possible. I’ll lick up her juices and fuck her with my hands and tongue until she doesn’t hunger for anything more. And then I’m going to get us out of here, hides intact.

So, I pull my woman’s sturdy thighs apart and drink in the smell of her, and there’s nothing else like it. I crush my mouth into her warm, wet cunt, lapping at her with my tongue and sipping from her as she dribbles her desire.

“Jar’kel!” she moans, hips rising into my face. “Th-that’s so… that’s so…” I cut her off by sucking hard on her small bud. She writhes and moans, her thighs squeezing me, her hands curling in my hair. I’m frantic as I consume every part of her I can. When I slide my tongue into her, she’s so small that I have to stretch her sweet cunt to fit, and I’m reminded again that she’s never welcomed a cock inside her—probably never a mouth, either. I swirl it all around her tiny channel, drinking her up like the purest spring water and delighting in the thin hairs as they tickle my nose. The only thing in my head is her pleasure and wringing her dry of it.

Simka is crying out loudly as I sling her legs up over my shoulders, nursing her closer and closer to her pinnacle. Then I join my mouth with one finger, and oh, how much tighter she is now when I squeeze it inside her.

“Oh, fuck,” she mutters as I pump it, curling it to stroke inside of her. Her hips snap hard, and her fingers dig into my hair. “Don’t stop. Please. Please.”

As if I would.

Then, she’s clamping down hard around me, trapping my hand in her tiny cunt. Instead of crying out as I expected, Simka falls absolutely silent while her climax takes her over. When she reaches her stuttering finish, I don’t stop, even as she tries to wriggle away.

“No,” I growl, intent on my meal. My hand glides on a river of her ecstasy, in and out, as I lavish attention on her with my tongue. Simka’s cries fill the tent, and again she seizes up around my hand, so tight I can barely move it. I can’t stop from striking my own powerful finish inside my pants, her bliss washing over me like it’s my own. Soon she’s whimpering my name, begging me to stop.

It’s not fair to her to sate my need this way, so I pull away harshly, letting her legs fall to the bed. My cock is a monster, fat and swollen despite the load I just unleashed, begging to be where it belongs. I sit up, breathing raggedly, while Simka’s moans ebb. She’s twitching all over, her breaths coming fast and hard, and my body is aching to be inside her soft, swollen cunt.

I can’t stay here in this tent with her, crouched over her beautiful, naked body. If I do, then I’ll go too far, and do something that can’t be undone.

I’m about to get up and leave, to get far away from her as I can, when Simka nervously says, “Jar’kel?”

Fuck. I can’t stand the worry in her voice, like she’s done something wrong. So I pause, because the last thing I want is my mate thinking she’s anything but perfect, anything but flawless in her beautiful moans and delicious body. I lie down next to her, then gather her up in my arms. Relief spreads across her face.

“What was that?” Simka asks hoarsely. At least now she finally knows how to scream. “What did you do to me?”

“It was nothing,” I tell her, pulling her close and burying my face in her soft, short hair. My cock is in agony, but I am its master.

“Nothing?” she asks with a laugh. “Didn’t feel like nothing.”

I wish I could tell her that it was, that the true pleasure I could bring her is far beyond that, but she’ll never know. No, I can’t be with her in the true way and then walk away from her. I can’t be her mate, start a family with her, and curl around her every night—not when I can’t live her whole life with her, not when I may not see our whelps to adulthood.

That only ends in misery for us and for them.

I had hoped this would sate me, but now I hunger for nothing more than Simka. I have to breathe hard just to shove down my need.

Tomorrow, I have to cut this off. I can’t let it grow even further and take over me like an infection, or we’ll never be free of each other.

And she deserves to be free of me.

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